1975, Paris withers, Sartre is old, he no longer drinks at the Café de Flore, Aragon has twisted sexually after the death of his wife Elsa Triolet and Juliette Gréco, for a long time, has had her nose redone. Nostalgic by proxy, Nicolas Peyrac, a child from the 14th arrondissement, tells in his song his father’s life in post-war Paris.
Unlike other artists of the 70s, Peyrac did not struggle at all in Parisian cafés concerts and cabarets. Going over her medicine in her roomhe distracted himself by writing songs, later taken up by Gérard Lenorman, Patrick Juvet and Marie Laforêt as “as long as there are horses”.
But at 24, Nicolas Peyrac says to himself, why not him! Without singing lessons, he spends an audition at Pathé Marconi and the success is almost immediate.
Nicolas Peyrac has no didn’t have a long career like Michel Jonasz, Louis Chedid or Alain Souchon, but without compromising himself. He still roams concert halls all over France, not stingy with repeating his old successes, “Je pars, So Far Away from AL and Mon Père”, accompanied from time to time by the younger generation: Carmen Maria Véga.